Real Ghosts Never Curse the Clouds

In the orange, gauzy fog
     twinkle sharp, grey lights.
They remind me of your teeth,
     the way they sparkle and kill.
The way they flash before murder;
     the way they promise bright elsewheres.

Real Ghosts Never Curse the Clouds

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Sock it to me

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